11. Sounds of a Foodie

Itry hard not to bounce in my seat with excitement.

Bouncing doesn"t exactly scream sexy. Although...

I bounce a little and watch as the tops of my boobs jiggle in response.

Ok, so maybe bouncing can be a little sexy. But, if I bounce too much, everyone is going to get a bit of a show. And sadly I don"t think I will get any beads as a reward. This just isn"t that kind of party.

Thankfully Victor doesn"t take long and my stomach remains quiet in anticipation. I manage to keep my calm as I wait, but when he sets the plate in front of me, I'm completely floored. Stuffed Mushrooms, cauliflower puffs, tomato bites, parmesan-crusted zucchini strips, and two white chocolate-covered strawberries.

"How... these are literally all my favorites. How could you possibly know that?" I am in complete awe at the sight of my plate and find myself torn as to what I want to savor first.

"Well, most of the Snaps are vegetarian. Past that, I simply chose what I would enjoy or what I thought might be enticing to watch you eat." His smile is so infectious that I can"t help but return the expression when he flashes it my way.

Then he does the one thing no man–without a death wish–has ever dared to do.

He reaches across my plate and plucks one of the strawberries right off. I"m fast with the fork as I rip it off the table and stab it down. But Victor is centimeters faster. I don"t even nick him. When I release the fork and it stays stuck in the table, he reaches with his other hand and casually plucks it out. Smirking at me the entire time.

"Dutifully noted. Do not steal food from Ginger. Although, I had intended this one to be for myself." He hands me the fork and gives a wink, before slowly biting into the plump berry treat.

All of a sudden, I completely understand Lexi"s fascination with watching women eat fruits. I may be salivating a little as I fight the urge to jump into his lap and lick his lips clean. I would watch this man eat berries all fucking day.

He chuckles softly and leans in close. "I made sure to grab you one as well. There"s no need to moan over mine."

When he adds another wink, I am almost positive I break the dress code with the seventy shades of red now covering my face. I"m just proud I managed to swallow my retort of letting him know it was him I was moaning over and not the berry.

Why yes, of course, it was the food you sexy hunk-of-a-man. I was absolutely not fantasizing about rubbing that berry all over your body and licking the juice off.

With all of the willpower I possess, I turn my focus to my plate, spear a mushroom, and pop it into my mouth. Thankfully it"s not too hot, but the tang of all the various flavors from the filling hits me like a punch. Clearly, the caterer has taken some magickal liberties with the food because I have never tasted anything like this. It has a creamy and spicy flavor. The mushroom itself is soft and buttery. But there is something in the mix that almost has a tang to it. The whole combination is just fucking genius.

While I can"t believe I was moaning out loud just seconds ago watching Victor eat, I am liable to start moaning again from the pure carnal sex happening with my tastebuds right now. I polish off the other two mushrooms and dive into the rest of the offerings with the same enthusiasm and am met with equally magnificent flavor experiences.

We spend the time listening to the band, but not really paying attention to the music. Almost as if we are simply absorbing one another"s company. He continues sipping wine and watching me eat in a way that feels... predatory.

Everything is marvelous and by the time I make it to my strawberry, my plate is empty and my stomach is nearly satisfied. Before I can bring the berry to my mouth, Victor stops me with a hand on my wrist. "Wait. There is something I have been dying to do"

Oh, Gods! Does he want to kiss me now?! When I most likely have terrible garlic breath?!

He carefully takes the berry from my hand. Seeing the small smudge of chocolate on a few of my fingers, he leans closer and gently pops the tips of each finger into his mouth, removing the chocolate with his tongue.

Fucking hell that is sexy. I swear my pussy is crying out to him all on her own. This man... does things to me. I keep feeling this overwhelming urge to claim him. Right here. Right now. In front of everyone. Not that I have an issue with exhibitionism, it"s just never been a kink of mine. And while that is not liable to change, I still can"t shake the feeling that I need to take a public stance on... something. I need others to know Victor is mine.

Woah there kitty. I know it"s been a hot minute, but we are not going to be mating with the first cock to give us the wet and fuzzies.

My brain ques back into Victor and all I can think about is how I want his mouth all over me, right the fuck now. I open my mouth–probably to suggest just that–when he shocks me by gently pressing the chocolate-laden berry to my lips. Behaving like the good girl I am–fuck you, don"t laugh at that–I carefully wrap my mouth around the tip of the berry and bite.

Acting like the proper foodie slut I am, I don"t hold back my moan when the berry juice explodes on my tongue. Maybe with a little more gusto than I usually would, but I have a weird way of flirting ok? Yes, that includes loudly moaning to a room full of people over food and letting them think that this delicious man has done something incredibly naughty.

Once the treat has been sufficiently chewed, he brings the remaining portion to my lips again. This time I open wide, taking the rest of the berry and chocolate–sans stem–into my mouth.

The look in his eyes reads as nothing more than raw... raging... desire.

Without a word, he sets the stem down and takes my hand, pulling me from the table and leading me through the room, out a small door in the back.

And yes. Every head in the room turned in our direction.

Smelling the air as we left the scents of lust behind us.